Hmmmm….what to write…what to write…AHA!
Gah…I just realized I made a booboo. Where the freak have Bulma's folks been?!
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"What is it human?!" Vegeta questioned furiously, at the end of his patience. Bulma had been staring at him all through breakfast, just staring, her hand moving automatically, bringing food to her mouth. The Saiyajin had endured her gaze for as long as he could before finally losing his temper.
"You eat funny." She stated simply, failing to relieve his anxious curiousity.
"What do you mean?" He glared, not liking the slight upturn of her lips in amusement. Blue eyes danced merrily, then darkened as though a new thought, a sobering thought, had crossed her mind.
"You look cute when you eat…your cheeks puff out from all the food in your mouth." She shrugged. "It's cute." He glanced at her aloofly.
"That's…nice."
"I was wondering, that dream you had the other night," he stood from the table, exasperated with her pursuit of the subject.
"It's not bothering me! For the last time!" He near yelled, dropping his dishes in the sink to be washed by another.
"No, not that one! I mean the one…the night before last. I saw it…" He turned to her, sharply incredulous.
"You dreamed that you saw my dream," he proposed. She arched an eyebrow at his desperation. He had hoped…prayed that she had not been part of that dream…just his luck that she saw it.
"Who was the girl?"
"What girl?" He questioned, feigning ignorance. She sighed.
"She had…purple skin, I think, and blonde hair. She looked young, around fifteen—"
"She was sixteen, and that's as old as she ever got, and that's all you need to know," he spat out in a rush, and headed out the door with near superhuman speed. He didn't want to appear to be running from a human woman, after all. She rose a followed him.
"Vegeta, please. I'm not asking for your life story here."
"Well it's a part of my life I'd rather not discuss." He replied, still moving towards the Gravity room and speaking to her over his shoulder.
"It's still locked…" He stopped suddenly, causing her to nearly run into his back.
"Well then open it, dammit," he spoke in a soft, dangerous tone.
"Tell me about her."
"Open it now, or you risk your life, human."
"Judging by all the wonderful things involved in this 'bond' so far, I sincerely doubt you could lay a hand on me."
"I could always blast my way into the thing…"
"You'd be in…and it wouldn't work. Great thinking, genius. Would you just tell me? It can't be that bad!"
He spun, eyes glittering murderously.
"Her name was Amai, she was Corradian. We got intimate, if you will. Frieza got pissed, she got raped and killed, in front of yours truly. End of story. Don't speak of it again. Now open it!" He was still glaring at her, fists shaking vaguely in rage. Her mouth was open in a stunned fashion, her eyes reflecting the workings of her mind as she tried in vain to find the right thing to say. A comforting word…an apology, anything. Regaining her composure slightly, she walked dazedly past him, entering the password, and disabling the lock.
She paused as he walked past her up the ramp, causing him to halt also. She looked into his intense gaze for a few moments, before lowering her eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry," she muttered, blushing. He shouldered past her without a response, the door closing with a thud of finality as he left her presence.
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Scum. She felt like the lowest of pond scums…she blackmailed him into telling her of painful memories, those which it seemed even he didn't want to recall. It was no wonder then…she had always pondered why a man that seemed so lonely would only further his solitude by driving all others away.
So he does have a heart, she surmised, kicking herself inwardly immediately for the callous thought.
A heart that had been broken long ago, by a girl, just like any other teenage boy. No, she corrected herself. Frieza had caused that breaking…Vegeta's teenage years were most likely anything but ordinary for one his age. And the girl could not have been ordinary, not to attract the attention of the young prince.
Drawing near to the back patio, Bulma settled herself down, trying to relax in a white lawn chair. Thoughts of the man inside the capsule before her plagued incessantly, keeping her from any form of mental relaxation.
"Thinking deep thoughts?" She started, glancing around quickly to find the source of the voice, her eyes resting lightly upon Goku, standing to her right, just out of view 'til she turned in that direction.
"Goku! You scared me!" She stated, somewhat flustered. "What are you doing here, anyhow?"
"I came out spar with Vegeta…he seems spun up. He never spars quite as well as he does when he's really really mad."
"Oh, trust me, he's mad," she blushed, recalling momentarily that it was her undue nosiness that had caused him to be so.
"You seem a little…off. You okay?"
"All things considered, not so hot. I just blew it with him. I was close…closer to having his trust, and I acted foolishly, digging around in matters that aren't my concern."
"Oh?" Goku sat himself in a chair beside her, awaiting an explanation that seemed to be forth-coming.
"I…I saw a dream of his the other night…and there was, this girl…"
"What did she look like?"
"Lavender skin, blonde hair—"
"The Corradian, Amai, was it?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"He mentioned it once…sort of." She arched a fine eyebrow at him.
"Sort of?"
"Well, I dealt him a good shot to the head, and he was all but unconscious for an hour or so. He mumbled about some alien girl, as though he was telling me, but not really. She was given to him as a joke after being enslaved."
"Given as a joke? What do you mean?" His cheeks tinged red.
"As a, a…pleasure slave. But you and I both know that a Saiyajin can't just do that with whomever. Thus the cruel joke. Apparently, they ended up getting close, and Frieza didn't like his cruelty actually turning out well for the victim…so he, uh, he…"
"I know the rest," Bulma assured, to Goku's relief.
"So you asked about her, huh? I'd say you weren't totally out of line, I mean, you did see the dream, curiousity would be natural."
She looked at the table in shame, "I blackmailed him."
"Oh. That does make things a little harder." Bulma fought to change subjects.
"So hey, you gonna go wear him out or what? I don't want to deal with all of that temper alone…" He smirked.
"My pleasure." Bulma returned the smile as he left for the gravity chamber. She quickly exited inside, too embarassed by her past actions to be confronted by the man's glares so soon after. She could still sense his inner turmoil at the morning's events, he seemed to be fighting within himself more than training. His anger grew fiercer and took on a strong tone of annoyance…Goku must have gone in, she surmised.
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Darn…and things were going so well, too. Uh, riiiiight. *yawns* OH! Go check out the new msn group, Morbid InFANity! My creation, of course. The link is:
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